Oh, Those Northern Eyes

Thursday, July 25, 2019

He’s just a mutt, I thought, while reaching down to pick up a stray puppy, who showed up on my street almost 10 years ago. He had been crawling toward me on his belly, frightened, timid, and needing a friend.

I didn’t want another dog, so put him into my car and headed to a veterinary to learn if he had a microchip, and of course, not. Well, I put an ad in the local newspaper and waited for someone to claim him. No takers.

When, at first, I finally could pause and examine him closely, and saw him looking intently back at me, something seemed to happen. It was all about his eyes. They didn’t move from me, followed wherever I went, were intense and telling. This puppy had decided that we belonged together.

Yes, he and his eyes got to me. And still to this day, communicate as effectively as long ago.

In the first place, his are “northern eyes”, with great eyeliner that seems appropriate to a sled-pulling-type of dog, but he’s no puller. Nor does he like to lag, like a Cattle Dog, which is another guess into his lineage. More about those eyes, in the second place, they don’t shift away from his human, but holding seem to plead.

Definitely, he’s a hound dog. He looks and sometimes can sound like one. My best guess is that he’s partly Walker Hound. And keeping that other notion, he’s probably also a bit of Cattle Dog.

His role among my three other dogs is confusing. He’s the biggest at nearly 50 pounds, but also is an underdog, the most picked-on. Conversely, when they’re all out and running, he’s a team leader.

Otherwise and normally, his main focus is on me. He’s totally my dog, with those incredible northern eyes that follow me everywhere.

Dear Friends: His name is Ranger, for showing up as a stray on the street. Diana

2 thoughts on “Oh, Those Northern Eyes

  1. Wonderful photo of that dog. Fun to know how he found you. Sweet outcome for you both.😊🙋❤

    On Thu, Jul 25, 2019 at 7:49 AM Diana’s Morning Blog wrote:

    > trailriderincentraloregon posted: ” Thursday, July 25, 2019 He’s just a > mutt, I thought, while reaching down to pick up a stray puppy, who showed > up on my street almost 10 years ago. He had been crawling toward me on his > belly, frightened, timid, and needing a friend. I didn’t wa” >

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